Chapter 484

I never expected this.

The great formation that the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors took pride in, their crucial killing move, was broken in this way.

Tang Luo didn't even need to act; the Kunpeng True Spirit simply fled on its own.

The True Spirit can be a True Spirit precisely because it possesses spirituality.

Without this spirituality, one could not set up the great formation—alas, "success comes from spirituality, failure also from spirituality."

The situation is not favorable for the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors.

Jin Dasheng's attempt to topple heaven was naturally blocked by the Qing Emperor, and it didn't seem particularly strenuous.

Setting Tang Luo aside, on paper, the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors' strength absolutely surpasses that of their opponent.

But with Tang Xuanzang present, the comparison of strength between the two sides becomes bewilderingly unclear, and the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors truly lack confidence to pat their chests and claim that their combined forces can overcome those before them.

Jin Dasheng was struck down from the clouds by the Qing Emperor, but did not fall directly to the ground; instead, in midair, he opened his mouth and spat.

A beam of earth-yellow light burst from his mouth, shooting toward the sky.

The thick cloud layer beneath the Qing Emperor and others was instantly pierced by a large hole.

Numerous divine soldiers and generals joined forces to resist, barely blocking Jin Dasheng's strike, but at a considerable cost.

Over a hundred divine soldiers and generals' incense manifestations vanished in this strike.

Those with bad luck might have truly died, after all, they were genuine descents of consciousness, lacking the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors' strength—injured but not dead.

Those with good luck were still severely wounded, losing their combat ability for a period of time.

The Qing Emperor's expression darkened; Jin Dasheng's spit of the yellow ox strike harmed only his own people.

"Turtle shrinking its head! If you have the ability, come out for a duel!" Jin Dasheng pointed at the Qing Emperor and shouted loudly, his tone extremely arrogant and wanton.

Tang Luo completely ignored the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors in the sky, walking toward the white divine dog.

The Tiangou had not yet decided the outcome, so it simply helped her.

What fair duel? It doesn't exist.

He placed his hand on the giant dog's head; the seemingly soft fur was actually extremely firm, like steel cables twisted together.

Tang Luo displayed the Du Hun technique.

After a moment, he withdrew his hand; the white divine dog's closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing a pair of crimson pupils.

The white fur on its body remained unchanged, but its limbs, back, and tail ignited with black flames.

"Ao wu!"

Rising to its feet, it let out a long howl toward the sky; in this cry, the Tiangou's massive form began to shrink, becoming a strange beast slightly larger than a palm.

Round and plump, a white mass, with its limbs and paws nearby black, resembling the claws of a feline creature more closely.

Rather than canine claws.

A pair of triangular ears stood upright; judging by appearance alone, it was hard to tell whether this was a cat or a dog.

A fleeting flash of red light in its eyes revealed its extraordinary nature.

The Tiangou severed its connection, refining this incense-formed body into its own, free from further concerns.

However, it thus temporarily entered a weak state, requiring some time to recover.

Tang Luo picked up the round and plump Tiangou; the Tiangou yawned and simply closed its eyes to rest.

He waved his hand and threw it—Tang Luo tossed the Tiangou toward Ao Yulie, then turned his gaze back to the sky.

The ground beneath his feet suddenly exploded and caved in, forming a deep pit.

Tang Luo vanished, a black ghostly shadow flashing past.

Leap plus ghost-shadow step.

The Qing Emperor's eyes widened; he really wanted to curse: "Why is everyone targeting me!"

Tang Luo's palm had already firmly pressed against the Qing Emperor's chest, and the Kunpeng True Spirit in his hand had not even exerted its effect.

The Qing Emperor's incense manifestation was instantly scattered by Tang Luo; the violent force did not cease, surging toward the divine soldiers and generals behind him.

Those divine soldiers and generals immediately suffered heavy casualties again, truly miserable.

After seizing the Kunpeng True Spirit, Tang Luo turned and struck again with a Glazed Nirvana Great Palm Print, blasting toward the Chi Emperor beside him.

With the Qing Emperor in front acting as a "sacrificial pawn," the Chi Emperor obviously fared better.

Only see that all the divine soldiers and generals behind him had their power completely condensed together; his imperial incense manifestation instantly transformed into the War God Chi Emperor.

Gathering the power of the divine soldiers and generals, the Chi Emperor's sword in hand swung forward.

The Great Palm Print and sword split into two.

Before Tang Luo could strike again, the War God Chi Emperor's body turned into red flowing light, rushing straight into the clouds.

The divine soldiers and generals behind him, one after another, dissipated, yet their power was fully merged into the War God Chi Emperor.

The remaining three Heavenly Emperors did the same; their imperial incarnations became war god incarnations, charging toward the clouds.

The divine soldiers and generals behind "merged into" them.

Four War God Heavenly Emperors gathered in the sky, colliding with one another.

Blinding light replaced the sun's radiance, a terrifying might descending from heaven.

This caused Jin Dasheng's expression to change; suddenly he felt powerless, as if he could be instantly killed by a single move.

The light gradually faded, and in the sky appeared a person.

A person with a normal human build, wearing black, red, white, and yellow, four kinds of light radiating, flowing and colorful armor, like the lights of an ancient disco dance hall.

This person had four heads and eight arms, the four heads each facing a direction, forming a 360-degree circle, observing six directions and hearing eight.

Eight arms extended, looking like centipede legs, giving a bad feeling.

Clearly, three heads and six arms is a common divine ability used by many, such as Nezha, Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, etc.

Why did an extra head and two extra arms make it look so strange?

Moreover, judging from the scene's condition, if it weren't for Tang Luo striking first and shattering the Green Emperor's incense avatar with a palm, injuring him.

Now it should be five heads and ten arms.

Four heads, four faces, naturally belonging respectively to the Red Emperor, Yellow Emperor, White Emperor, and Black Emperor, the four of them.

On the eight arms, each also held a different weapon.

The Black Emperor's two arms gripped a long saber with both hands.

The Red Emperor held a sharp sword in one hand, while the other hand had a fire snake coiled around it.

The Yellow Emperor held a round shield in one hand, its edges serrated and sharp, and a sharp sword in the other hand as well.

Compared to the Red Emperor's slightly larger, slightly more domineering sword, the Yellow Emperor's sword was a resplendent, grand "Gentleman's Sword".

At least that was how it appeared on the surface.

The White Emperor held a not-small oval bronze mirror in both hands, its surface hazy, shrouded in a layer of "white mist", impossible to see clearly.

"Tang Xuanzang!"

The four heads spoke simultaneously, four layers of heavenly sound deafening, making one's heart tremble with fear.

"The Dharma is boundless!"

Tang Luo shouted, his voice instantly drowning out the Four Emperors' voices, like a wild bull crashing into a flock of lambs.

Forcing all the harsh words the Four Emperors were about to say back down their throats.

"Feels pretty good."

Tang Luo thought to himself, thinking carefully, this seemed to be the first time he had used "The Dharma is Boundless" on himself?

He actually had some urge to smash the other side to pieces, this was quite rare.

You have to know, Elder Xuanzang had been truly Buddhist in temperament for a very long time.

Since there's an urge, then let's make a move!

Tang Luo appeared before the Four Emperors, without any superfluous movements, simply throwing a single fist straight out.

No fancy flowery stuff.

The shield in the Yellow Emperor's hand appeared before Tang Luo's fist.

"Clang!"

A heaven-shaking boom rang out, and the Four Emperors' bodies were seen flying backward, crashing into the nearby mountain peak.

The entire mountain peak collapsed directly, the earth shook and mountains swayed.

"Tang Xuanzang!" Jin Dasheng let out a cry of alarm, "This... this Master, is he called Tang Xuanzang?"

"You remembered?" Zhu Bajie looked at Jin Dasheng.

"The name just suddenly popped into my head." Jin Dasheng said, looking at the sky, where that figure who had leaped up and blasted the Four Emperors flying with one punch had already vanished.

Tang Luo arrived before the Four Emperors in the pit, another punch.

The Yellow Emperor's shield blocked again, another earth-dragon-like upheaval, like a natural disaster.

"Good hardness." Tang Luo praised.

After two punches, cracks appeared one after another on the Yellow Emperor's shield, but they were rapidly repairing.

Lying on the ground looking bedraggled, the Four Emperors' counterattack was nevertheless extremely fierce.

Fire snake, sharp sword, long saber attacked Tang Luo from different directions respectively.

Tang Luo revealed a smile — in the Four Emperors' eyes an extremely ferocious smile — reckless, not dodging or evading, not even making a defensive movement.

Another fist came down!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Continuous deafening booms rang out in succession, the Four Emperors' attacks landing on Tang Luo.

Tang Luo completely ignored them, one fist after another landing on the shield.

No defense, no evasion, meeting attack with attack, violent to the extreme!

The Four Emperors' attacks tore the Glazed Pure Robe on Tang Luo's body, leaving white marks on him, and shallow wounds barely seeping blood.

Yet they were completely unable to stop Tang Luo's offensive.

The pit beneath grew larger and deeper, the cracks on the shield also spreading dense as a spiderweb.

The next moment, the shield finally could not endure, shattering with a sudden crack.

Tang Luo's fist plunged straight into the Four Emperors' chest.

This body instantly turned illusory, still suffering severe damage.

"Die!"

The Four Emperors broke free from Tang Luo's fist and stood up, letting out a roar, raising the bronze mirror in their hands high.

In an instant, an incomparably violent fist reached out from within the bronze mirror, smashing toward Tang Luo.

Tang Luo's fist just now had actually been completely "mimicked" and reflected back by the bronze mirror.

"Come on!"

Tang Luo let out a low shout, his hands turning into afterimages, countless fists descending, covering heaven and earth!

Thousand Hands Cannot Defend!

If the fists just now were a small stream, the current fists were a great tide, the bronze mirror's counterattack instantly drowned in the great tide.

However this bronze mirror was also marvelous.

After the preparation was completely finished, the power of Thousand Hands Cannot Defend fell upon it, yet was still rebounded back by the bronze mirror.

Creating a situation of "I hit myself".

The Four Emperors exerted all their strength maintaining the bronze mirror, seemingly forming a deadlocked situation...

It was merely seeming, Tang Luo's fist was surrounded by a faint golden flame.

Liuli Flame!

Attached to his fist, the countless fist shadows brought a burst of firelight, the flames layered upon each other.

The surrounding space and light were all distorted.

"Boom!"

In less than a breath, the bronze mirror had already reached its limit, shattering and vanishing like the shield.

The illusory forms of the Four Emperors flew backward, only to be caught up by Tang Luo.

Tang Luo grabbed the White Emperor's head with one hand and his shoulder with the other, tearing them apart!

The Four Emperors' incarnations were instantly torn in two by him, turning into specks of starlight that vanished without a trace.

"Pfft!"

The four of them far away in the distance simultaneously spat out a large mouthful of blood; their incense incarnations destroyed, they all suffered severe injuries.

"Truly fragile."

Tang Luo stood on the ground, his shallow wounds and the Liuli Pure Clothes rapidly healing.

The continuous mountain ranges around had vanished, replaced by a vast basin floor.

He turned his head, looking toward Jin Dasheng and asked: "Hey, old ox, do you know where these guys' lair is?"